My relationship with Mumbai is tumultuous, explosive, and bittersweet. Somedays we love each other, and some days we are downright nasty to each other...
Somedays its that excruciating traffic jam, the fight for space, the realisation that you're such an insignificant tiny speck in the larger scheme of things in the city and inspite of having stayed here for eons, you don't seem to belong.
And on other days that smell of Pav Bhaji does not cease to amaze you, the fast pace is spicy, the anonymity gives you the freedom, that you possibly could not even imagine, and there is simply longing, love and gratitude that you can't express
These love hate relationships are so exhausting, its not even funny...
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And voila! I relate again
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